Gotta Lotta Letra

Gotta Lotta lyrics

Lotta dope...
Gotta lotta dope
(Ba-ba-da-bop)

Da-ba-da-ba-di
Ba-ba-da-oop
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bop
I said we gotta lotta dope
We gotta lotta weed
Gotta lotta weed
That's a lotta smoke
That's a lotta smoke
That's that loud, I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bop

Okay we gotta lotta dope
We got the hottest shit
I said we gotta lotta dope
We be in and out of court
I've seen so many coward croak
It's like watching flowers grow
I mean, please, don't you cowards know?
We will leave your [censored] on your momma's porch
Oh Lord, born in the projects
Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock
Yeah, I grew up and mopped that
Making jugs on a fool with no contacts
I'm drinking Activas only know Hi-Tech
Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech
Yeah, I think she's getting the context
Now she needs some dick, and she know who to contact

Da-ba-da-ba-di
Ba-ba-da-bop
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bop
I said we gotta lotta dope
We gotta lotta weed
We got weed
That's a lotta smoke
That's a lotta smoke
That's that loud, I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bop

Yo Tunes, pass the steel, a bastard still
My passion real, I'm fashion ill
The [?] is a massive kill
Mass appeal, my past is real
Before I had to deal, you dig?
Pies and cakes, out of state
Lies is fake, y'all don't make mistakes
Got the girl pussy smelling like Codeine Syrup
Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill
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I deserve a pussy for my birthday
If she pretty, Magic City on her birthday
[?] toast
Yeah I'm supposed to boast
Getting more to quote
Not many getting close
To smoke what I never smoked before
Dream what I never dreamed before
Woke up and see my Rolls
Sky high, I ride by, I drive by

Da-ba-da-ba-di
Ba-ba-da-bope
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
We gotta lotta weed
We got weed
That's a lotta smoke
That's a lotta smoke
That's that loud, I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope

Big dreams, big rings, big chains
Switch lanes, sip lean
Sixteen, seventeen, Medellin
Favorite color money green
A triple beam, a hundred Ps of sour Ds
A bunch of Ds, she can come suck on these, no suckas please
See I look like my daddy though
I get high, I get the munchies eating edible
If it’s available
Bitch you never know
Oyster Perpetual
Trapped at the Texaco like I’m OJ
Trying to put it in her mouth like Colgate
Ben Franklin, that’s my muthafuckin soul mate
Yea I need a mop, I got a new flo’ today
I’m sippin’ syrup like a got a fuckin’ cold today
I’m throwing tres up like Golden State
Old school the same color as Sidney Poitier

Da-ba-da-ba-di
Ba-ba-da-bope
(Got a lot, got a lot)
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
(Got a lot, got a lot)
We gotta lotta weed
Gotta lotta weed
That's a lotta smoke
That's a lotta smoke
That's that loud, I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
(Ba-ba-da-bope)